Post by Nicolas Cashel on Mar 12, 2007 23:07:52 GMT -5
Nicolas Cashel
I am the master of Cashel Castle; I bare no need to explain my reasoning as to why I have made my home open to an exclusive few or why Infact, I enjoy eliciting pleasures within people through my humble Slaves.
History
Nicolas Cashel is a somewhat mysterious man. Very little is known about his past and that of it which is known is far from expansive. His mother, the Lady Marcia Wright Cashel died in child birth with Nicolas’ younger sister, Kayla Jeanne Cashel Wright, who was named with the same surname as the deceased woman in honourary memory of her. His father was so grief stricken after his beautiful wife's death that he never once again remarried. He died when Nicolas was 18 and Kayla a mere 12, passing on his land and Castle to his only male heir; Nicolas. All throughout Nicolas’ life, he had been criticized for the subtle fact that his mother had Infact been that of African decent, casting him into his own world of fantasy and magic where discrimination didn’t exist and people found their pleasures in any way imaginable. After his father’s death, he decided to create a place where his fantasies could become real; magic and all. Thus, Cashel Castle was newly reborn. Nobody other than the new Master Cashel knows of how it is that time seems to stop in every other place upon entry here or how different times seem to meet, not even his younger sister Kayla. And nobody ever shall.
Appearance
Age: 22
Height:6'
Nicolas’ body type is that of lean and well muscled. He averages out in height but towers above enough people to intimadate those of who he may have a slight problem with.
His eyes are a Deep ebony, framed by thick yet far from bushy eyebrows. Running down the center of his face there is a perfect, aquiline nose which nostrils flare when he is enraged.
His lips are lush and soft, perfect for a almost feminine kiss to be bestowed upon the one ture gent that shall steal his heart.
His skin tone is that of honey kissed with sunlight and bares a perfect contrast to his jet black hair which styles itself shaggy and illuminates his youth. The Master Cashel’s teeth are straight and pearly white; one of his many pride and joys.
A faint musk of fresh air and dew permanently takes residence upon his being; brought on by those of his long, morning jogs along the Castle’s sandy beach which stretches on for miles at lengths, never really seeming to end and always finding a place to begin.
The clothing in which Nicolas chooses to wear tend to be on the well fit side with a modern style to them, the colours always either black or along the lines of something dark and mysterious; similar to that of who he is.
Nicolas carries around a chain necklace with three different symbols on it. A red rose for the memory of his mother, a black rose for the untimely death of his father, and a uniquely rare blue rose for the hope and future of his younger sister Kayla.
Personality
Nicolas has a very easy going and mellow personality. The young Master Cashel is on the quiet, sometimes serious side and although he seems to have an easy smile, he is often considered slightly unsociable and often time, naive. He has no problem making evening rounds throughout the dining hall to check in on how his guests are doing yet will not stay for a vast amount of time. If crossed he is dangerously treacherous and is a terrible force to be reckoned with. His parent’s deaths haven hardened him and made him appreciate life and all its beauty. There is one offence that will set Nicolas Cashel to murder and it is this; the harm of his younger sister Kayla Jeanne Cashel Wright or any others he claims to love and entrust his heart to.
I am the master of Cashel Castle; I bare no need to explain my reasoning as to why I have made my home open to an exclusive few or why Infact, I enjoy eliciting pleasures within people through my humble Slaves.
History
Nicolas Cashel is a somewhat mysterious man. Very little is known about his past and that of it which is known is far from expansive. His mother, the Lady Marcia Wright Cashel died in child birth with Nicolas’ younger sister, Kayla Jeanne Cashel Wright, who was named with the same surname as the deceased woman in honourary memory of her. His father was so grief stricken after his beautiful wife's death that he never once again remarried. He died when Nicolas was 18 and Kayla a mere 12, passing on his land and Castle to his only male heir; Nicolas. All throughout Nicolas’ life, he had been criticized for the subtle fact that his mother had Infact been that of African decent, casting him into his own world of fantasy and magic where discrimination didn’t exist and people found their pleasures in any way imaginable. After his father’s death, he decided to create a place where his fantasies could become real; magic and all. Thus, Cashel Castle was newly reborn. Nobody other than the new Master Cashel knows of how it is that time seems to stop in every other place upon entry here or how different times seem to meet, not even his younger sister Kayla. And nobody ever shall.
Appearance
Age: 22
Height:6'
Nicolas’ body type is that of lean and well muscled. He averages out in height but towers above enough people to intimadate those of who he may have a slight problem with.
His eyes are a Deep ebony, framed by thick yet far from bushy eyebrows. Running down the center of his face there is a perfect, aquiline nose which nostrils flare when he is enraged.
His lips are lush and soft, perfect for a almost feminine kiss to be bestowed upon the one ture gent that shall steal his heart.
His skin tone is that of honey kissed with sunlight and bares a perfect contrast to his jet black hair which styles itself shaggy and illuminates his youth. The Master Cashel’s teeth are straight and pearly white; one of his many pride and joys.
A faint musk of fresh air and dew permanently takes residence upon his being; brought on by those of his long, morning jogs along the Castle’s sandy beach which stretches on for miles at lengths, never really seeming to end and always finding a place to begin.
The clothing in which Nicolas chooses to wear tend to be on the well fit side with a modern style to them, the colours always either black or along the lines of something dark and mysterious; similar to that of who he is.
Nicolas carries around a chain necklace with three different symbols on it. A red rose for the memory of his mother, a black rose for the untimely death of his father, and a uniquely rare blue rose for the hope and future of his younger sister Kayla.
Personality
Nicolas has a very easy going and mellow personality. The young Master Cashel is on the quiet, sometimes serious side and although he seems to have an easy smile, he is often considered slightly unsociable and often time, naive. He has no problem making evening rounds throughout the dining hall to check in on how his guests are doing yet will not stay for a vast amount of time. If crossed he is dangerously treacherous and is a terrible force to be reckoned with. His parent’s deaths haven hardened him and made him appreciate life and all its beauty. There is one offence that will set Nicolas Cashel to murder and it is this; the harm of his younger sister Kayla Jeanne Cashel Wright or any others he claims to love and entrust his heart to.
